Tag: senryu

divinity tends to its garden: tenderly scattering stardust and watching with keen intent as bones bloom from dark matter

cruel streets wait patiently as the light comes crawling back one ray at a time

across battlefields swollen with bodies and rubble scavengers harvest and remake the world in their vision: brutal

true morning: bodies of still and natural life bathed in a gentle glow of golden

within reach to horizon each tree contributes a tune to the collective birdsong

gone are the cosmic sounds and reverberations of worlds beyond from the night after

each word in the spell: is a haunting that lingers in the space spoken gathering essence to power an apparatus of annihilation

not druids or sorcerers but a different kind of circle: smiths who harness the magic of the seasons to mend the realms in the aftermath of world-ending wars and infernal blight

and if dreams became currency wouldn’t the ones who live between stained pages be the wealthiest

spring after dark the smell of dreams burning from across the causeway